So, here’s a fun little story for you. Today’s write-up was set to be a part of Decemystery 2022 before all of that fun stuff with brain fog happened. I then had it lined up for last year’s duology and got very close to beginning work on it. However, if memory serves, I figured it’d be way too much work, so I decided to forego it.
Now, it’s October. I’ve been slowly progressing through these write-ups—by which I mean that I still have 24 of them to go (counting this one). I’m looking at my schedule and notice that today’s story is one of the five “purge survivors.” If you don’t know what those are, I scrapped Decemystery 2024’s original schedule, though five stories survived. Why did that happen?
Brain fog. Again.
Anyway, seeing this story’s name made me wince a bit. The momentum I’d built up from the previous two write-ups was something I’d hoped I could hold onto; they were brisk and easy to cover. This one’s almost certainly not going to be either of those things due to the websites we’ll be visiting.
For a brief moment, as I sat on my bed, I considered delaying this story for the third year in a row. Not only would it save me a lot of time, but it would take some stress off my back. However, I knew if I did that, it would only prolong the inevitable (which would be a full-blown delay into next year). So, ultimately, I opted against that. I didn’t want this to become another version of Julia or Shades of Death Road (both of which have been on my to-do list since 2019).
However, that’s not the only reason I didn’t want to push this story into next year. Personally, I believe this to be one of the strangest and creepiest supposed firsthand accounts with the Fortean one can find online. So, I think it’s about time we finally look over the story of The Man From the Box. Come along, dear reader; let’s take a look at a case that’s been collecting dust in the recesses of my archive of mysteries!
